#bard ❤️

[heretherebewolves]

@unfortunate-beetle-and-friends

tag the headmate who plays an instrument!

[cakeiilock]

finally found this edit i made 🫶🎄

[wheatcak3]

I've only had time to do unpolished drawings cause of school lately 🥺On the bright side that means I got more drawings to share🤩

[snickerdoodlles]

for @the-cookie-of-doom 😘

context

It begins with a hello, a sniff kiss, and a comment on Kim's livestream.

The hello is from Chay, coming back home from coffee with friends. The sniff kiss is from Kim, nose pressed against Chay's cheek because he's shy to kiss with an audience. The comment on his livestream goes by ignored until Kim turns back away from Chay to see his comment section on fire.

Kim blushes against his will. His only consolation is his camera doesn't seem to have picked up the subtle hue, but that doesn't change that he knows it's there.

"That wasn't even a kiss," he half-protests, half-scolds his viewers, and furiously wills the heat across his nose to go away. And that would have been the end of it, had he not caught the next comment;

user: stfu i am NOT explaining omegaverse to WIK

"What's o...omegaverse?" Kim asks, and his comment section explodes.

Kim blinks dumbly at the replies whizzing by, mostly protesting his involvement and telling him nothing, and decides to just scroll back best he can. It's not easy, especially as more protests roll in, but when he finally reaches the flood of "awww cute!"s about the right time for when Chay had come in and before the audience's protests begin, there's one comment that stands out from the rest;

user: lol calm down alpha

Kim frowns. He still doesn't know what this "omegaverse" is, but he will not stand for trolls in his livestream audience. He tries to scroll back further, but this "Alpha"'s comment fails to reveal itself.

Kim gives up as another push of comments flood in and he loses his place--the content of the comment probably doesn't matter anyways, and he hadn't seen this "Alpha" user anywhere else when he was skimming anyways. But still.

Kim clears his throat awkwardly. "Hey guys, remember, if you see a troll, just don't engage. I didn't see who this 'Alpha' commenter was or what they said in the chat, but comments are forgotten sooner if you just...ignore..."

Kim trails off, blinking bafflingly as the flood of comments gets even worse.

user: oh wik honey NO

user: hndjsjshdbjdjdbd

user: no baby alpha as in U not a user

user: shut uP

user: EVERYBODY ST O P SAVE YOURSELF WIK

user: twl (today wik learned): omegaverse

user: AJDHJJS

Kim blinks, again, now firmly out of 'baffled' and well into 'bewildered' territory, and just gives up. "Chay?"

Chay pokes his head out the bedroom door, looking cute like usual.

"Have you ever heard of"--Kim squints at his screen--"omegaverse?"

Chay makes a strangled noise. Kim stares at him, alarmed, as Chay opens his mouth once, twice, and then just shakes his head and disappears himself back into the room.

Kim turns back to his livestream, utterly lost. "What?"

Another storm of replies rushes in, and still no answers to be found.

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Can my Tav kiss your Tav? 👉👈

😊😚

[seventhroundpick]

the boston fleet's first three picks of the 2024 pwhl draft

[shironezuninja]

All of the posters that I ordered to redecorate my main bedroom’s ceiling have arrived. But I don’t have the time to redecorate this weekend.

[ghostlylicious]

THE WITCHER: EVERYONE IS TRANS/NONBINARY SERIES - PART 0

idk what i was cooking w this one but butch jaskier x transfem femme dandelion

inspo:

[murmel-malt]

felt like Efri's fancy outfit deserved a fancy(er) background. she's on vacation to Baldur's Gate and about to get abducted by mindflayers.

[marigoldbaker]

more consistent than living

wrote a little thing about briar and her new familiar :)

The upsetting thing about the bunny, thought Briar, was that it was a nice bunny. It was the kind of bunny where you could very easily imagine it curling up peaceably in the crook of Khalid’s arm at the end of a long day, or chewing on Immy’s hair just because Briar asked it to. Dynaheir always said she didn’t like Boo, but she would have liked that bunny—she’d been saying that Briar needed a proper familiar to help focus her magic, and now she was dead, and she wouldn’t meet the bunny. No one important had met the bunny.

Jaheira had met the bunny. That didn’t really make Briar feel much better. All that meant was that Jaheira also got to look at the bunny and think about how much Khalid would have liked it, which compounded that feeling of awful, clawing grief that never, never left. And then sometimes Briar would brush too close to thinking about her dad, and about what happened every time she asked someone to take care of things for her like a dad might, how there was somehow one dad who never failed to fucking deliver when it came to what he did, what he made others do, and she’d feel something new and terrible bubbling under her skin—whatever had woken up when she’d seen Khalid on that table. She felt it growing closer every day.

Anyway. The bunny. It felt like it belonged to that beautiful, excited, multi-colored bard, hair striped through with pink and green, always wearing a cacophony of color that brought her all sorts of scolding from Jaheira, because it didn’t blend in with nature and she needed to learn how to be subtle and sneak up on people. It was really, really sweet, which Briar the adventure bard would have liked tremendously in a pet—as much as she’d liked something that was a rambunctious problem-causer, what she’d liked most was having something to look out for and take care of, because back then she’d thought she was good at it. The gods only knew why she’d thought she was good at it.

She was good at it now, apparently, because they’d been at it three days and the bunny wasn’t dead. The bunny was so small and soft that Briar was actually starting to get mad that it wasn’t dead. Khalid had been so much stronger than that stupid fucking bunny, and her dad had been even stronger than that, and—well—apparently all Briar could protect was the bunny.

Maybe she wasn’t good at protecting. Maybe there were other things she could try out doing.

“Have you thought up a name yet?” asked Hexxat.

“Why give it a name?” said Briar. “It’s going to be dead in a tenday.” The bunny, unbothered by Briar’s cutting, caustic, probably evil-by-birthright personality, settled into the crook of her elbow and cuddled in, drifting into a little bunny nap. “Don’t do that,” said Briar, and was completely ignored.

Jaheira looked at Briar like she wanted to say something, then looked back down at her dinner with her jaw tight.

“That thing is going to be dead in a tenday if you coddle it,” said Viconia.

“I’m not coddling it!” said Briar hotly. “And where the fuck do you get off, anyway, accusing me of coddling—”

Viconia gestured to the bunny, which was still cuddled in Briar’s arms, and said, “The more you love something, abbil, the more painful it will become to lose it. You would do well to steel yourself against that pain, rather than burying your head in the sand and refusing to admit to your own affections.”

“Fuck you,” said Briar.

Jaheira looked up again, this time like she really wanted to say something, and then glared back down at her dinner, stabbing it with her hunting knife instead of her spoon.

“I don’t love it,” said Briar. “It literally won’t leave me alone. It’s not my fault if it’s too—if it’s not—it’s going to die anyway, so—”

“Or it will turn into something you don’t know,” said Jaheira tightly, “and don’t know how to help.”

“Yeah!” said Briar, gesturing to Jaheira. “Or that!”

Hexxat looked like she half regretted asking the question. Lying back against a tree, she said resignedly, “At the very least, Briar, it needs a name.”

“Bunny’s a fine name,” said Briar. “Serviceable.”

Jaheira’s mouth twisted. Briar knew they were probably thinking about the same thing. She’d named her bagpipes The Miracle Purple Squash Noisemaker; she’d named Khalid’s supply pack Old Reliable, she’d named the little squirrel that had followed them for a few days Mr. Intrepid. Bunny didn’t have quite the same ring to it as all those other names. Not even close.

“Name it Dead In A Tenday, then,” said Viconia, “if you’re trying to come up with something descriptive and accurate.”

Jaheira stabbed her dinner with her hunting knife again and actually almost tore through the tin plate underneath. Briar settled back against the tree, and sort of against Hexxat, and looked down at the bunny.

“Death,” she said.

“Hmm.” Hexxat sounded amused. “I don’t think I’ve met a bunny named Death before.”

“Well, if everyone’s going to give me grief about the bunny not having a name, there, it’s got a name now,” said Briar. “And it’s a good name. I like death. You can’t stop it, and it’s forever; it’s more consistent than living, anyway.”

“One of the few wise statements out of your fool mouth,” said Viconia.

Jaheira’s knife tore through the plate. Her hands were bloody, and it wasn’t clear whether it was the meat or the metal that had done it.

Briar’s eyes lingered on the blood. Considering.

[alisterix]

Have been reading lots of Asterix comics lately and fell in love with Cacofonix.

Finding this blog about the adventures of Asterix and Obelix and seeing you're a Cacofonix stan is a blessing for my eyes :)

may the magic potion give you eternal strength ✨

IF CACOFONIX HAS A MILLION FANS, I AM ONE OF THEM

IF CACOFONIX HAS ONE FAN, THAT IS ME

IF CACOFONIX HAS NO FANS, I AM NO LONGER ALIVE

IF THE WORLD IS AGAINST CACOFONIX I AM AGAINST THE WHOLE WORLD

TILL MY LAST BREATH, I WILL STAN CACOFONIX

[clockworkbee]

when character A doesn't give a damn about their own pain, only that they must—at any cost—reach the one they love and be there for them, do something, anything? yeah 😩

[dujour13]

Secret Santa gift for my friend @offsidekineticist. Happy Holidays! 💕☃️💕

I hope you know I had to enlist the aid of both Ophenia and Woljif to piece this story together. Oh, that reminds me—(Siavash digs in his vest pocket and produces one silver bracelet, twelve gold pieces and a Chelish noble house signet ring)—with Woljif’s apologies. No questions asked about the ring.

I hope I got the main story beats right enough for art.

The half-orc druid I eventually tracked down in the Aspodell mountains told me Qweck was involved, but even my utmost attempts at diplomacy couldn’t prevent Qweck from slamming the door in my face, so I’m not sure where she fits into the story. There was also apparently a dinosaur? Or a golem made of dinosaurs? Anyway, here it is, as promised.

(He takes a sip of mulled Andoren wine and gives you a wink as he begins.)

🎶 The Ballad of Bellflower Hellfire 🎶

The Devil went down to Cheliax, she was lookin’ for a soul to steal She was biding her time at the scene of the crime In a gem that was magically sealed When Gil came across that necklace, offering vengeance and serving it hot And the devil grabbed hold of his heart in her claws And said boy lemme tell you what I guess you’ll do ‘bout anything to give them slavers their due And if you vow to serve me now I’ll lend a hand to you Now you’d make a damn fine Bellflower, boy All I ask is a soul or two I’ll bet the slaves you’ll free are worth that fee And it was true for all he knew And so the halfling set about with the fury of Hell in his hands Without a regret started paying his debts Freed his folk from their iron bands (Chorus) Gilly sharpen up your wits and fight that devil hard Cause Hell’s broke loose in Cheliax and the devil deals the cards And if you win you get the peace and freedom that you’re owed But if you lose the devil gets your soul Twas a rainy night in Brastlewark and Thay sat with his book And he heard the sound of rustlin’ around and went to have a look There stood Gil ‘bout to catch a chill And Thay in his distress, said come on down, you look half drowned And bundled Gil up good And thus began the heart-bond ‘tween the halfling and the gnome In the shadow of Thrune their sweet love bloomed, over cocoa snug at home (There’s a break with romantic picking, then a shift to an ominous chord) Til one dark day the news reached Gil that made his heart stop cold The iron glove of Hell came down and crushed all Gilly’s hope The Hellknights came, they were taking names, Mister Theo was their prey Gil shed tears of grief and rage - the Rack had taken Thay And Gil like Hell’s own vengeance on the wings of dragon black Rained down on Rivad fury and fire and laid to waste the Rack The only reclamation that was glorious that day Was Gil who stormed the citadel and rescued poor dear Thay (Chorus) Gilly sharpen up your wits and fight that devil hard Cause Hell’s broke loose in Cheliax and the devil deals the cards And if you win you get the peace and freedom that you’re owed But if you lose the devil gets your soul Thay in gloom of dungeon hoped for nought but Ph’rasma’s grace He held his ground, made not a sound as tears fell down his face The Rack had wrought their cruel work and yet his lips were sealed All he cared to pray for was an end to his ordeal When a signifier’s shattered mask was tossed between the bars And Theo raised his eyes and hope rekindled in his heart A little short for a Hellknight, Theo said through tears of joy Though they were trapped within the citadel the righteous would destroy In a desperate race for freedom the heroes stumbled toward the gates Paladins and Hellknights laid the citadel to waste As knights closed round Gil stood his ground o’er Theo’s tortured form As in his breast the fires of Hell let loose in violent storm (from this crescendo the tempo slows, becomes soulful) When Theo felt the heat of Hell and raised his heavy head And saw that Gil had rescued him but damned himself instead With failing limbs he lifted up and braved the flames of Dis To wrestle Gil from the Devil’s grasp and free him… with True Love’s Kiss (Chorus) Gilly sharpen up your wits and fight that devil hard Cause Hell’s broke loose in Cheliax and the devil deals the cards And if you win you get the peace and freedom that you’re owed But if you lose the devil gets your soul

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Note: Modeled after “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” by the Charlie Daniels Band

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

Astarion: You are killing my bad boy vibes.

Tav: Who is my sweet little kitty? :3

Astarion: 🙄😒

Tav: Who is my sweet little kitty?

Astarion: You don't seriously think that I will answer that?!

*turns around to leave*

Tav: Meow.

Astarion: Meow.

Astarion: Gods dammit! 😣

Tav: 😁

[luckycl0ve]

What we plea will be

A faithful end decree

Where a man will not retreat

From the defeat of his fathers

Last stand in Minrathous

So there's this game state i made up where Rook is the Inquisitor's illegitimate son he didn't know he had ❤️ and Rook's been ignoring his letters and they've had a very strained relationship throughout the events of the game until a pivotal climactic moment ❤️ yes they're both mages therefore Enchanters seems appropriate

[shironezuninja]

I get my spoiled attribute from my mother.